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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.