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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.