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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.