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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.