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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.