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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.