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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.