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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.