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 Panama 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 Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.