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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.