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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Jandek,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.