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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.