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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.