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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.