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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.