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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.