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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.