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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.