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 India and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.