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 Thailand and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.