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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.