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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.