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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
New Order,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.