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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
X-101,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.