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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
MDC,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.