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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.