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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.