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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.