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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.