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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.