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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 MDC to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.