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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Can,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.