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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.