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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Nico,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.