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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Wire,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.