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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.