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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.