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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.