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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.