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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.