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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.