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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.