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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.