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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.