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 Panama 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.