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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Audionom,
Q65,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.