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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Move,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Whodini,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.