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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.