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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.