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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.