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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.