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 United States and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.