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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Index,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.