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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.