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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.