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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.