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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.