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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Aswad,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.