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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.