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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.