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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
The Index,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.