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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.