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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Can,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.