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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.