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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Cameo,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.