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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.