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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.