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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.