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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.