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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Faust,
The Names,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.