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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.