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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.