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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The 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.