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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.