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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.