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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.