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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.