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 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.