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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Liliput,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.