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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.