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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.