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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Television,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.