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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.