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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.