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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.