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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.