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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.