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 China 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.