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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Can,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.