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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.