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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.