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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.