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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.