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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.