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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Erykah Badu 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.