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 Libya 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Busters,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.