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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.