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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.