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 New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.