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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.