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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Lyres,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.