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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.