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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.