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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Ituana,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.