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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.