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 Malta 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Can,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Brick,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.