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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.