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 Canada and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Pole,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.