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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Television,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.