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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.