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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.