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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.