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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.