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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
the Germs,
MC5,
Faust,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.