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 Sweden and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.