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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
New Order,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.