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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.