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 Romania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Japan,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.