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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Suicide,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.