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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Aswad,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.