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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.