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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.