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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
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De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.