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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.