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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.