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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.