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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.