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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.