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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.