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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Rakim,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.