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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.