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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.