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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.