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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Television,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.