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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.