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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.