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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.