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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.