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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.