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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.