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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.