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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.