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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.