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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.