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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.