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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.