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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.