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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.