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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Monks 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.