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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.