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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
June Days,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.