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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Pagans 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.