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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.