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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.