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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.