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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.