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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.