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 Libya and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.