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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.