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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.