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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.