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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.