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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.