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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.