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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.