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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.