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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.