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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.