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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Swans,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.