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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.