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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.