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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
PIL,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.