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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.