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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.