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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Crime,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.