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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.