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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.