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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Wire,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.