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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.