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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.