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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Fear,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.