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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.