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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.