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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Starr,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.