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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.