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 France and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.