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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Faust,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
MC5,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.