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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Can,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.