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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.