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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.