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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.