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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.