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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.