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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.