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 Belize and from Houston.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.