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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.