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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.