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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.