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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.