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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Urselle,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.