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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.