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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.