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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.