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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Index,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.