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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.