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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.