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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.