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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.