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 India and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.