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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.