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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.