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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
JFA,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.