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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.