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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.