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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.