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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
June Days,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.