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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.