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 Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.