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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.