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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Swans,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.