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 Syria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.