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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.