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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 JFA to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.