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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.