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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.