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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.