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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
UT,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.