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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.