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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.