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 Senegal and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.