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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.