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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.