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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.