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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.