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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
UT,
Yazoo,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.