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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.