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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.