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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.