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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.