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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.