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 Angola 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Television,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.