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 Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.