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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.