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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.