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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.