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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.