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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.