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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.