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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
AZ,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.