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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.