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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.