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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Television,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.