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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.