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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Aswad,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.