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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.