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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.