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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.