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 Ivory Coast 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.