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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.