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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Wire,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Visage,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.