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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.