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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.