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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.