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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Magma,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.