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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.