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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.