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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.