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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.