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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.