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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Can,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Index,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.