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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.