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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.