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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.