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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.