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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.