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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.