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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.