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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.