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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.