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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Scion,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.