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 Liberia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.