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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.