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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.