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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.