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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.