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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.