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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.