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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
MC5,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.