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 Antigua 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-101,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.