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 Togo 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.