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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.