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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.