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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.