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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.