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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
June Days,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.