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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.