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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Victims,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Cluster,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.