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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Magma,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.