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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.