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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Wings,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.