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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.