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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Evens to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Excepter,
Motorama,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.