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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.