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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Wire,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.