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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.