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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.