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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Index,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.