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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
ABC,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.