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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.