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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.