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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.