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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
UT,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.