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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.