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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
CMW,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.