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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.