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 Somalia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül II 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.