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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.