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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.