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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Swans,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.