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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Motorama,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.