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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.