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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.