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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.