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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.