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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.