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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Cymande,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.