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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.