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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.