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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
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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.