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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
DNA,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.