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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.