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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.