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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.