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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.