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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.