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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.