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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.