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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.