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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Aswad,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.