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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.