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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Pagans,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.