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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.