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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.