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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.