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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.