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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.