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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.