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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.