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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.