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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.