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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.