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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.