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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.