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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
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.