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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.