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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.