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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Index,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.