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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Martian,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.