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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.