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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.