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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.