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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.