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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Index,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.