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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.