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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.