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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.