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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.