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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.