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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.