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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.