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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.