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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.