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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.