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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.