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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.