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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Gong,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.