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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.