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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Can,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.