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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.