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 France and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.