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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.