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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.