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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.