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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.