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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.