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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.