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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.