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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.