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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.