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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.