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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.