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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.