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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Slave,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Visage,
Qualms,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.