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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Jandek,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.