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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.