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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.