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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.