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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.