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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.