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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.