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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.