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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.