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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.