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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Index,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.