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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.