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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.