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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.