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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.