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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.