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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.