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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 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 CMW to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.