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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.