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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.