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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.