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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.