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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.