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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.