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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.