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 India 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.