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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.