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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Index,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.