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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Smog,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.