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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.