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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.