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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.