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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.