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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Gong,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.