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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.