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 Panama 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.