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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.