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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.