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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
CMW,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.