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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.