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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.