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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.