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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.