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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.