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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.