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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.