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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.