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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.