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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.