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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.