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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Yaz,
June Days,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.