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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.