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 Congo 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
the Association,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.