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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.