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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.