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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.