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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.