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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Technova,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.