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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.