Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.