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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
ABC,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.