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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.