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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
10cc,
UT,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.