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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.