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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.