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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.