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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.