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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.