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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.