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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Lungfish,
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.