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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.