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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.