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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.