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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.