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 Belize and from Paris.
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 Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.