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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.