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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.