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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.