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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.