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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.