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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.