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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.