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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.