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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.