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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.