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 China and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.