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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.