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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Make Up,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Organ,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.