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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.