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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.