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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.