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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.