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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.