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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.