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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.