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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.