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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.