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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Nas,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.