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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.