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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.