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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Hoover,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.