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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.