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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
X-101,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.