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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.