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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.