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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.