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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.