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 Angola and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.