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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.