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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.