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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.