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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
CMW,
Second Layer,
DNA,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
PIL,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.