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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.