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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.