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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.