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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.