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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.