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 Romania and from London.
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 Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.