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 Burundi 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.